Chase was incredibly high. It wasn't just the opium and the absinthe and the MDMA, although those were certainly contributing factors. It as the night. He'd had a good night, all his usual guilt and nagging insecurity and loneliness gone, and it had been awesome. He'd even gotten some play. Not bad. Not. BadHe'd gotten his shirt buttoned but had ( Read more... )

It wasn't in Chase's nature to heed the advice of grown ups, but then, it wasn't in Chase's nature to do anything that could be construed as 'adult'. He'd given the mogwai to Wiccan and shoved OL off onto Lucy, much to what he was sure was the dinosaur's displeasure, and gone to the scrapyard with the fistigons and the ex-ray specs and gotten to ( Read more... )

Chase had been finding new and impressive ways to be reckless, given the fact that there were no conventional means of doing so, or at least not the ones he was used to, on the island. There were versions of beach parties and clubs, but none of them had hard drugs or four lane highways.

He lived with a fucking dinosaur, it made everything else ( Read more... )

It took a minute for Chase's brain to catch up with recent events. Progress was hindered by the continued state of contact and closeness and buzz that his body was in, with another body. Nico's body.

Yeah, there was a lot of catching up to do ( Read more... )